So the papers have all been sent, I’ve been to my orientation lectures and now I have nothing to do until the beginning of April when the final results will arrive. Meaning, I have nothing better to do with my time than to worry.
Now that the result-day is creeping closer, the reality is starting to seep in. Where am I going to put all this stuff if I’m really going?
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t store crap. I’m hardly a hoarder. But this doesn’t mean that I don’t now and then indulge in pretty tableware and exquisite clothing. Right now the clothing isn’t really the problem because I’m going to take all my nice clothes with me to Japan if I ever get accepted. So my purchases are perfectly justified. (I’m very translucently not mentioning how they are eating away my savings because I like living in a bubble where I don’t look at my bank account. Much adult. Wow.) The problem is me struggling like an alcoholic in Alko, only I go to into shops that sell small pieces of interior design and have my heart ripped apart every time I see something nice and quirky and awesome that I just can’t buy because (hopefully) I won’t be there to enjoy it much longer. Of course I could buy it and store it but I have so much stuff to begin with that I just can’t buy more. SOB.
I have gone a little crazy lately: Marimekko shirts, I’m dreaming of a Marimekko dress and I want to buy about all the things from Iittala. But it’s fine, I have managed to contain myself and direct all my attention to Marimekko. Japanese people like Marimekko, I think? I hope they appreciate my new shirts that I’m going to bring with me.
People sometimes ask me why I work so hard. I have two reasons for it: 1) in order to survive in this capitalist economy and 2) because I’m a materialist.
I can’t help it. I love stuff.